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Author: jaycee
ASL Info:    44/F/ Texas
Elite Ratio:    5.27 - 2627 /1261 /188
Words: 108
Class/Type: Poetry /Serious
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I'll apologize for putting this up without even a first edit. I have not been sleeping and wrote this from my phone, and of course the Hide button no longer works. This is the cleaned up version ans I generally post.


I'm turning away
from all annihilating the heart;
mauling the soul
until I am hollowed.

I'll return to my glen
in the midst of orange blossom arbors
cheerful daffodils and trumpet vines;
within its solid oak's embrace.

Though there be serpents
their poison is known to me
and will run its course. If bitten
anti-venom is always at hand.

The journey has been arduous,
the excitement leaving bruises,
but no permanent scars--
I am so very weary.

I am coming home
to love's soft blanket
Tossed beneath the branches
In gently dappled sunshine.

I am turning back--
I am coming home.

Submitted on 2015-04-13 00:09:50     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  Sometimes raw really works, I myself really appreciate that.

I am coming home to love s soft blanket

Love that whole stanza, this is great stuff thank you for sharing.
| Posted on 2015-04-16 00:00:00 | by lori_tab | [ Reply to This ]
  Orange blossom arbors, that spoke to me. I'm a Florida girl and my great-grandma, who recently passed, had these amazing orange trees in her backyard. The fruit tasted like childhood. When she left and went to the nursing home, the trees died. It was very symbolic and heart-wrenching, when in all likelihood they probably caught something.

Anyway, the poem for being written on the spot is pretty fantastic.

| Posted on 2015-04-13 00:00:00 | by Carosuel | [ Reply to This ]
  I like it, I like the structure, and the story in it. I like the imagery and the kind of sadness it has.

as for the technical part (hopefully i'm not sounding rude just wanted to get it out of the way w/out putting extra words :P)

glenn = either Glenn or glen (depending on what you're going for)?
tumpet vines = trumpet vines? (Also I never knew the names for those thanks for that :D)
sepents = serpents?
alwaya = always?
arduos = arduous?

Thanks for sharing your writing!
| Posted on 2015-04-13 00:00:00 | by PryncessVynom | [ Reply to This ]

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